"Bloody hell!" He breathed when they finally parted, his lips reddened, and his freckled cheeks flushed. "Merlin knows, I missed that!"

She nodded breathlessly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Now, what was it you wanted to tell me? Just so I can pretend I'm working."

She swallowed and blinked, what had she come here for again? It hadn't been for the kiss although Salazar knows she wanted more.

"Erm..." she said gracelessly,

"What's this? The great Pansy Parkinson lost for words?" And with a jolt, she remembered, why she was there, dressed to impress.

"It's Proctor now, remember?" She said, straightening back up again as she tried to regain her composure.

Worry filled his eyes as he studied her face, his eyes flitting between hers, looking for a sign that she was in trouble.

"Are you still getting the death threats? Have they found out who was writing those letters yet?" He asked, cupping her face in his hands.

She shook her head, "No, they seem to have stopped, but no, not yet,"

"What the fuck are they playing at?" He cursed, before pulling away from her and heading to the door. She watched as though in slow motion as if her mind were running through treacle.

He pulled the door hard enough; she was surprised that the door didn't come off its hinges.

"Oi! Fletcher!" He barked. A blond wizard appeared in the doorway, looking nervously between Ron and Pansy. He seemed to be all leg without being tall. He certainly didn't look as good in his uniform. He leered at her creepily. She sneered in disgust as she raised an eyebrow. He had been one of the Aurors checking her out, feet up.

"What's the problem? Me and the lads didn't want to disturb you," He grinned with a wink and a nod in Pansy's direction.

"What disturbs me is the fact that Miss P- Proctor here," he said stumbling over her name change.

"Healer," Pansy interrupted "It's healer Proctor," She murmured numbly

"Apologies, Healer Proctor, her life may still be in danger, and you're doing nothing about it?" He shouted as he turned around and sat on the edge of his desk.

"The Proctor case? We closed that case months ago. The trail went cold." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Pansy could feel the rage radiate from ron and echoed the sentiment. Pushing away from the wall.

"Fletcher, is it?" She asked sweetly. The Auror's eyes darted down to her cleavage before back up to her eyes. He smiled at her as though he could be her knight in shining armour.

"Yes, Madam."

"I've been getting death threats for the better part of a year, as well as hate mail which meant me having to change my name. Do you think that's acceptable?"

"No, Madam," He shook his head.

"And do you think I should have been notified that the case had been closed?

"Yes, Madam."

"Then why, In Salazar's name, was I not notified?" She asked angrily "I suggest that, if you would like to keep this cushy little job of yours, you reopen my case and take it seriously,"

"You can't demote me," He smirked. "You don't work here,"

"No, but I can," Ron said from behind her. "And I don't feel like you've done your duty for this victim," Pansy cringed inwardly at the word victim, but that was what she was so she remained silent.

"What? Why?"

"If you don't reopen her case and start thinking outside the box, I will be having words with Kingsley."

"But why? She that good in bed that she has you wrapped around her little finger?" he looked her up and down again, starting at her feet, as thought trying to imagine just how good she was.

"Fletcher!" Ron growled.

"You can't demote me over her! She's just a…"

"A what?" She asked calmly

"Surely you wouldn't demote me over someone like her? the case went cold!" he protested

"What about the parchment, where was it bought? Who was the ink Manufacturer? Any magical residue?" Ron asked tiredly.

Fletcher stood there silently, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. "If you don't know the answer to even one of those questions, I'll be reassigning you to Azkaban for six months," Ron warned. "Now get out,"

Fletcher turned to leave. Pansy grabbed her wand and wordlessly cast a trip jinx. He cried out loudly as he fell out of the door—the room beyond erupting into laughter as Ron flicked his wand, shutting the door behind him.

"I'll pretend I didn't see that…" He smirked before he sighed. "I'm sorry about the case, I didn't know, I'll keep track of it and him more closely moving forward." He said as he rubbed at his temple.

She stood up and walked over to him.

"Don't worry, I can handle myself."

"Probably better than most of my Auror's!" he replied with a nod and a snort, reaching out to take her hands. He looked sadly down at them before looking back up at her, his fingers massaging her knuckles softly. "You're not here to ask me back, are you?"

Pansy took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm not, I was hoping that by dressing up, you'd actually see me, instead of throwing me out, especially after how we left things,"

"well if you ever want to swing by in future, dressed to the nines or not, it would be nice." He smiled sadly, suddenly looking exhausted. "What did you really come here for, Pans? He asked again.

"I think someone is watering down the Wolfsbane supply, making them less effective and the werewolves potentially much more dangerous."

"Since when do you get involved in creatures?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No questions, remember?" He sighed and nodded.

"Leave it with me, I'll look into it. However, promise me you'll steer clear of any werewolves this week. It's the full moon tonight,"

"I know, that's why it couldn't wait." She said, avoiding any commitment

He raised her hands up to his lips and kissed her "Are you sure I can't tempt you back? Not even with dinner-just the two of us," he added quickly. "Tonight?"

Pansy shook her head, she had already made a commitment to the Longbottoms, and that wasn't negotiable.

"I can't, I'm out," She said finally with a shake of her head.

"You don't need to lie to me…" He said sadly.

"I'm not lying, I'm out with friends,"

He sighed as he stood up and returned to his desk.

"Just go Pans. I've got work to do. More now that I know this."

"Thank you, Ronald. It's more important than you know,"

"Yeah yeah, go on." He said without looking up. She sighed and kissed him on the cheek before walked towards the door. She turned before she left and caught his eyes following her arse as she left the room.